Your Love Is A Lie
You Can Tell Me That You're Home By Yourself
He comes back from work at eight, harassed and exhausted by his boss. He parks the car in the driveway and switches off the headlights. As he does, there's movement in his bedroom window. It's dark and everyone's already asleep - it's winter.
Frowning, he peers up to the second story. His blood turns to ice as he sees her and someone else kissing, with her up against the window with nothing on but her bra and underwear.
Frowning, he peers up to the second story. His blood turns to ice as he sees her and someone else kissing, with her up against the window with nothing on but her bra and underwear.